A flooding tide, calm ocean and lack of boat traffic made the sometimes rough water between the jetties seem mystically calm as our boat skimmed the salty surface heading west. As we turned northward from the Columbia River bar the mist-filled air began to illuminate from the sun, signaling the new day. We had left our port in the black of night heading where we knew thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands, of salmon would be schooling.

We didn’t have to parallel the mainland long before the sea birds gave away the baits’ location. We knew hungry salmon would be amongst them, feeding. We hooked up within seconds after our lines hit the water. These were big strong fighting fish that melted line from our reels and put excited grins on our faces. We were limited before the day really began, for most people.